you remind me of the rear view mirror i lost last year; the past is closer than it may appear.
is that why you're here?
'or did i ever go away?' is that what you want me to say?
you're like a selfish little kid, he just thinks everything is his.
and when that's your point of view, that's you.
this is the kind of place where people scream but don't say anything,
as if the toll it takes to say what you mean isn't worth whispering.
so do you want to hear me shout, is that what this is all about?
you're someone's anxious, shaking voice.
it isn't like i have the choice if this is what you see when you look at me.
you remind me of the rising sun; my work is never done.
i'm always getting smart or playing dumb.
you aren't the only one.